Dorian leaned back against the chair, crossing his legs as he opened his notebook to another blank page. His quill hovered over the paper for a moment as he thought about what to write next. Dark, morbid, ideas flashed through his head, the usual content he was used to creating. His parents always thought he was too dark-minded, but he didn't care. It's what he enjoyed most. Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, and Dorian's quill scratched across the page inaudibly